I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you.

Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.

Love? he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.

It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.

There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.

The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.